Matt

Miranda purses her lips as she reads his name. He would do fine for an agent of vengeance, but now she has to come up what sort of **** she wanted. Having Matt punch Tom in the face would be very satisfying, but maybe a little much. Making Matt strip Tom down to the same state of undress as herself was a little tempting, although probably more like a punishment for Matt than Tom. Besides, Tom had already exhibited zero shame earlier when Sarah had been gagging on his cock, there's no reason to think his reaction would be different now.

Leaning forward Miranda grabs her drink off the table to take a swig as she thinks. Holding her glass in hand she's struck by a minor inspiration, and by the time she's taken a sip and pulled the cup from her lips she's formulated her dare. "Matt," she announces, instantly gaining his rapt attention. "Tom has been a rude bitch tonight, I dare you to throw a drink over him," she commands, herself and Matt already sharing a smile. She knew he didn't much like Tom either, in fact, there's probably only one person at the afterparty (besides Tom) who might. As if on cue, that person speaks up.

"Make it water please, I don't want to have a sticky mess on my couch," Sarah pleads as Matt gets eagerly to his feet. "I thought you'd be used to cleaning up sticky messes Sarah?" you tease her as Matt leaves for the kitchen. "No mess if you swallow babe," she replies with a wink that makes your cock throb in your pants. While Sarah flirts or jokes with you Miranda and Nicole are giggling amongst themselves, this dare seemingly having put everyone in a jovial mood.

Everyone but Tom. He sighs and folds his arms as he waits for his executioner to come back with the drink they're going to be sharing. "Oh, what's the matter Tom? Don't wanna get a little wet?" Miranda goads him smugly. Tom just sighs again and shakes his head. "You're playing with fire girl. That's all I'm saying," he replies, his tone low. "No, I'm playing with water," Miranda replies, making everyone else laugh while Tom just shakes his head again. "You're being a bad girl. Bad girls get spanked," Tom continues, his voice gravelly. "Pfft, you wish," Miranda snorts and rolls her eyes. "We'll see," is his final reply, annoying and unnerving Miranda in equal measure.

Sarah watches the two of them go back and forth with unhidden glee. To an outside observer Tom and Miranda not getting along might seem like a bad sign for her plan, but Sarah knew better. She understood the power of sexual tension, how quickly unbearable irritation could turn into uncontrollable lust. Sarah had seen worse enemies than the two of them go from passionate fighting, to rough fucking in half a minute. With any luck Tom would wind Miranda up just right that the only way for her to relieve the tension between the two of them was to jump on his cock.

Miranda and Tom have just about finished their little argument by the time Matt comes back. In his hand is a solo cup, presumably full of water. Miranda smirks to herself at the sight and sits up a little better in her seat to watch. "This ought to teach him something," she thinks as she gets ready to watch. The rest of you all fall silent too, watching with quiet smiles of anticipation as Matt approaches his target.

"I heard you were talking shit about me to patricia!" Matt yells in a falsetto, sounding very reminiscent of a few drunk and belligerent girls you'd seen at house parties. You all laugh and Tom sighs again, resigned to his farcical fate. "Take this, skank!" Matt cries as he dramatically splashes the water into Tom's face and chest. What had seemed like a small amount of water in the cup turned into a flood when it was thrown all over Tom, instantly soaking his upper body completely.

Tom sputters and you chuckle as the water drips off his face and hair. He had made the mistake of putting his shirt back on after Miranda had been disallowed from wearing it, so now the light blue material is soaked through too. Even his jeans are wet now, the water flowing down his torso to his lower body and making it look almost like he wet himself. The room is quiet except for the occasional laugh from one of you watching and the sound of Tom breathing heavily through his gritted teeth.

"Where did you get this water? Fucking Antarctica?" Tom eventually forces out through nearly chattering teeth. "I might have filled it up from the fridge." Matt confesses, making you and Miranda chuckle again. "Ah, you bastard." Tom spits, nearly shivering in his seat. "Now you know how it feels," Miranda taunts him, reminding him of just how cold she was after failing her dare. That extra dimension of schadenfreude makes your smile become even wider. "I'll get you back for that," Tom tells Miranda, flipping his wet hair off his face.

Tom might be feeling colder right now, but Nicole thinks he just got hotter. His shirt clings tight like cellophane to his hard abs and bulging muscles, while his short sleeves wrap tightly around his biceps as if they would rip if he just flexed a little harder. As she watches the cold hardens his nipples, causing them to jut through his taut shirt like peaks atop his already mighty pecs. Staring at him Nicole suddenly understands why guys like wet T-shirt contests. When Tom pushes the hair off his face Nicole can see the detail of all his muscles that move to make such an action possible, like she was staring at a living model. Then, when his bicep flexes as he plays with his hair, Nicole has to bite her lip and turn her eyes skyward to keep from staring.

"He's an idiot and I hate him, he's an idiot and I hate him, he's an idiot and I hate him," Nicole has to repeat to herself as she's suddenly reminded of Miranda and Sarah's teasing in the shower. With muscles like that he really could overpower her so easily. He could back her against a wall, and there would be nothing she could do about it. She would shove impotently against his firm pecs, then reach down and splay her fingers futilely against his stomach, drinking in his six pack abs, before groping down lower to his biggest and most impressive muscle, hanging between his legs. "I wonder if he can lift me with that?" is her minds last rebellious thought before she gets a hold on herself. "He's an idiot and I hate him," she reminds herself loudly, clearing her mind with a deep sigh. Still, she keeps her eyes off him, just to be safe.

Nicole isn't the only lady in the room to be affected by the sight of Tom dripping wet. Sarah and, to a lesser extent, Miranda are both captivated by the sight. They already knew he had a hot body from when he took his shirt off before to give it to Miranda, but seeing him now tightly wrapped up like a Christmas present was titillating in a different way. Despite Miranda's efforts to act smugly superior Sarah can still see her taking peeks at Tom. The sight of him alone should be enough for Miranda and Nicole to understand what Sarah sees in him, but Sarah wasn't going to abandon her plan until she had completely proved her point.

"Like what you see Nicole?" Sarah asks with a look of **** innocence on her face. "Yeah I-," Nicole blushes and stutters before catching herself. "I like seeing Tom get a taste of her own medicine," she finishes her sentence much more confidently, almost sounding like she believed it herself. Sarah doesn't say anything more but just smiles and looks away. "Haha, yeah. He had it coming," you add, oblivious. "That about what you wanted Miranda?" Matt asks as he retakes his seat. "I think your drink could have done with a few ice cubes, maybe a toothpick umbrella to lodge in his eye, but yeah. That'll do," she replies, still smiling at Tom looking like a drowned rat.

"Do I at least get to draw now?" Tom asks, pulling his shirt up to wipe his face and "accidentally" flashing his abs once more. "Nope, it was my dare, you're stuck like that," Matt replies happily, to a groan from Tom. Having him sit there wet for a little while seems like fair payback for Miranda being stuck half naked for so long. As Matt digs through the hat for a name you feel that the tone of the game has finally fully recovered, and all it took was a little ****. Hopefully Matt will draw something to keep the good times rolling.